Twisted

My memories of you aren’t real.

They were just dreams playing on the insides of closed lids.

You were the starring role in my twisted fantasy,

But you have no idea I think of you like that.

You never see my hand twitch when your shoulder brushes mine.

You never notice how I always look at you when I am talking, even if we are in a group.

You never notice that I always find an excuse to come see you.

You never notice me.

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